As expected, Governor Wen was promoted to governor of Shaanxi and Gansu. In name, he was in charge of the northwest. He was really responsible for managing the army and the people. Civil affairs, justice, military affairs, food, wages, tea and horses were all his duties.
But the last sentence of the official title in the imperial edict is the key.
He was also the governor of Shaanxi Province, which meant that Governor Wen's headquarters would be located in Chang'an Mansion. However, Wen Yan's family background was all in Gansu. When he arrived in Chang'an, he would only have a black eye. He was still the governor, but he was just like being the governor of someone else.
The emperor played this skill very cleverly. He transferred himself away from Gansu and promoted a governor of Gansu to take over the business that he had worked hard for more than ten years. In the past, Wen Yan could have used some tough tactics, such as
He argued that it was difficult to leave his homeland and requested that the governor's headquarters be located in Lanzhou. In short, he refused to go to Chang'an to take up his post. He had soldiers and food in hand. At worst, he would have followed Cao Yanhui's example and quarreled with the imperial court.
But the situation is not as good as it used to be. All the men and horses Wen Yan had were wasted. He spent a huge amount of money to exchange for a group of officers and more than 10,000 old, weak, sick and disabled people. Cao Yanhui was so bad that he kept all the elite soldiers. Wen Yan
I had no choice but to swallow my anger and prepare to collect more taxes and recruit more troops. I didn't expect the court to act so quickly.
Someone must have tipped off the news and revealed the defeat of Liangzhou. Wen Yan subconsciously looked at the officials behind him. The officials also had panic expressions on their faces, being stunned by this sudden appointment.
Wen Yan forced a smile and asked: "May I ask Eunuch Qin, who will be the successor governor of Gansu?"
Eunuch Qin chuckled and said: "We have already announced the decree before. The successor as governor of Gansu is Liu Songpo, the prefect of Tianshui, who is also an old subordinate of Governor Wen. You must get closer to him in the future."
Wen Yan's face changed slightly. Sure enough, it was him. Two years ago, Liu Songpo was demoted to a small magistrate in a remote area. He suddenly rose all the way from magistrate to Tongcheng magistrate, and then to Tianshui magistrate. The seat of the magistrate was not yet warm, so he sat down.
After ascending to the high position of governor, reincarnation was nothing more than that. At this moment, Wen Yan even had some doubts that Liu Songpo was simply a chess piece planted by the emperor in Gansu.
Liu Songpo has followed Qin Eunuch to Lanzhou. When facing his immediate boss, he is still respectful, but his expression looks like he is laughing at him. The two join hands to have a good time, and Wen Yan casually says: "Songpo
Brother Po, Gansu is in chaos, bandits are rampant and foreign invasions are constant, how can I have the nerve to leave this mess to you?"
Liu Songpo sighed: "Master Wen's dedication to the country and the people is admirable. However, you have taken over the power of Shaanxi and Gansu, and there are still many important things to do. I can just leave the bandit suppression to my younger brother. Master Wen has to deal with everything day by day, so he may not be able to do it yet."
I know that the 30,000 elite soldiers of the Shaanxi Army have arrived in Tianshui and can take on the responsibility of suppressing bandits at any time."
It turns out that this was the case. The imperial court had already made perfect arrangements. Even the troops and horses were coming. Wen Yan's last hope was in vain, so he had to pretend to laugh smartly: "This will put your mind at ease, brother, hahaha."
"Hahaha" Liu Songpo also laughed, Eunuch Qin also laughed like a duck, Gansu civil and military officials also helplessly smiled along with them, and the governor's Yamen was immersed in a harmonious atmosphere for a while.
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Hexi Corridor, Ganzhou, after months of war, the once prosperous city has turned into a ghost town, overgrown with grass and ruins. A group of Liangzhou troops entered the city, and the officers sighed when they saw this dilapidated scene.
Everyone was depressed, and suddenly the leader shouted loudly: "Ganzhou! I'm back!"
Yuan Feng finally led his troops to recapture Ganzhou. At this time, the Hexi Corridor had been turned into a pot of porridge. The Qiang-Tibetan coalition forces, Timur's son and nephew, and the Liangzhou Army, five forces clashed with each other, and the killings continued. Liangzhou
The army is the shrewdest, and has been hiding behind Timur's army to take advantage of it. It is spring, there is famine everywhere, and all the armies have no food. Only the army of the third prince can have enough to eat, so the combat effectiveness is relatively strong, and they march all the way to the west.
, the beating made Ma Heima and Yusuf unable to resist.
No one knew that the military rations of the third prince Miransha were actually provided by the Liangzhou Army, their former mortal enemy. Yuan Feng and Chu Jian had already reached a secret agreement to secretly support Chu Jian's side and take advantage of the internal strife among the Turks to gain maximum benefits.
The battlefield gradually moved westward, and Ganzhou became an important transit base for the Liangzhou Army. A large number of grain and supplies were gathered here, and then moved to the front line. With the strong support of the Yuchi family, the logistics of the Xiliang Army was not a problem, and the political situation in Gansu underwent drastic changes.
, the imperial court has no energy to pay attention to the affairs of the Western Regions for the time being, so Yuan Feng and others can go about it with peace of mind.
From this, 66 original reserve soldiers arrived one after another. These people were all deceived by Ma Zhiyuan. The joining of a large number of scholars greatly enhanced the quality of the Xiliang Army.
What is different from the Turkic Army and the Qiang and Tibetan Army is that the Xiliang Army is an advanced technological army, with artillery accounting for a large proportion. The popularity of firearms in the army has reached more than 80%. In addition, the supply line is short.
The morale is high and the combat effectiveness is much higher than that of the nomadic army.
A month later, the Xiliang army entered Suzhou. It was early summer, and everything was green, covering up the desolate traces left by the war. This was the most western place under the control of the Han people, and it could be seen from the city to the residences.
Strong exotic flavor.
"Suzhou is the main road for the Fan people to pay tribute and the throat of Hexi protection." In ancient times, it was the land of Xirong. The Qin Dynasty belonged to Wusun. It was occupied by the Xiongnu in the early Han Dynasty. In the Southern and Northern Dynasties, it was Qianliang, Xiliang, Beiliang, and the Western Wei Dynasty.
In the Tang Dynasty, it belonged to Jiuquan County, in the Song Dynasty it was occupied by Tubo, Uighurs, and Xixia, and in the Yuan Dynasty, it belonged to Suzhou Road. The Han people have not set foot on this land for a long time." A learned man in the army sighed.
Yuan Feng kept many poets in the army, and they were not required to contribute in wars. Each of them was given a job in the army and just wrote poems and articles every day. History always needs to be remembered by someone. Soldiers do not have this leisure and elegance, and they also
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"Build a city here to prevent the invasion of enemies from the west." Yuan Feng used a horse whip to draw a circle on the map. This is an extremely narrow place in the Hexi Corridor, with only thirty miles from north to south. With the city and enemy tower,
If you stick to it, one man can guard it and no one can open it."
But now we are not busy building cities. All manpower and material resources must be used on the Western Expedition. Driving the enemy far away so that they never have a chance to invade the border is the best defense method. After establishing a military station in Suzhou
, the army continued to move forward, heading towards the next target.
The further west you go, the wider the world becomes, with blue sky, endless Gobi desert, undulating sand dunes, and abandoned ancient city walls made of rammed loess stretching between the sky and the earth. The army stopped moving forward and set up camp to rest.
Yuan Feng led a group of generals to the city gate. Some of the loess walls had been buried by quicksand. After countless battles, the crenellations and watchtowers no longer existed. Only the rusty arrowheads spoke to the people.
Endless past events.
There is a stone plaque on the city gate, and two mottled official script characters can be vaguely seen as "Yangguan". It turns out that this is Yangguan. A city buried in quicksand, a city that has been sung by literati of all ages. The emotions of the soldiers immediately became excited.
, someone loudly recited a quatrain that has been passed down through the ages: "The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest house is green and the willows are new. I urge you to drink another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west."
This is the eternal song. This is the place that frontier poets have been dreaming about. The desolate castle, the magnificent desert, the powerful generals with golden arms and iron horses. The poets knelt in the yellow sand with tears streaming down their faces, grabbed the sand and held it in their faces, looking intoxicated.
, seems to be able to smell the tragic story of thousands of years from the sand
Yellow sand flowed out from between the fingers, and tears were left behind. The poets were full of pride and couldn't help but get excited about poetry. They shook their heads one by one as if they were crazy, while the officers gathered together in small groups to study how to rebuild.
The problem of cities and military depots.
Suddenly, someone on the wall shouted: "Look!"
Everyone quickly climbed up the earth wall and looked around, and saw a magnificent picture unfolding on the endless Gobi. In the vague mist, flags were fluttering, soldiers were like forests, two armies were fighting, and cavalry were clashing.
, the infantry advanced slowly, all this seemed illusory and real, as if it was right in front of us, and yet it seemed as if it was far away in the horizon.
Everyone was stunned. The two female generals Hermione and Li Mingxue were holding hands, staring with their eyes open and motionless. It was not until the scene suddenly disappeared that they pulled Yuan Feng's clothes and asked, "What is this?"
"It's a mirage, a scene gifted from heaven. The armies in the painting should be two Turkic armies." Yuan Feng explained, turned around and shouted: "Scout out, there should be fighting within a hundred miles nearby."
The army camped near the Yangguan ruins and stood ready. In the middle of the night, they suddenly heard people shouting and neighing in the distance. After a burst of gunfire, they calmed down. The soldiers came to report: "Captured a group of Turkic prisoners. They seem to have a special identity. Young men."
I don’t dare to deal with it without authorization, please ask the commander to investigate in person."
Yuan Feng came to the scene in person. A group of Xiliang Army lancers were surrounding a carriage, with more than a dozen corpses scattered around. The lancer captain ran over and reported: "Commander, this group of Turks came from the north.
He did not stop when he heard the order, so he ordered the shooting, killing some people and taking a dozen prisoners."
In the night, the dark face of the Lancer Captain showed a hint of pride. Yuan Feng patted him on the shoulder: "Wu Dongqing, you have become the captain of the Lancers, not bad!"
Wu Dongqing, the former loader of the Musketeers, proudly puffed out his chest: "Thank you for the compliment, Marshal."
Yuan Feng nodded, dismounted and walked towards the carriage. He opened the curtain and saw a dying old man lying in the carriage.